I write about my experiences after a tenant on my caseload passed away.
"It's still just a week though. I've barely got my toes wet. Not sure how long it'll take for me to feel like I can confidently say I'm a social worker. At this point, I'll admit I'm far too inexperienced."
originally written on June 10, 2015 By the title of this post, I'm not referring to my American (and now my legal first) name "David" as that's a name my dad assigned me when I was 10 mostly because not many people could pronounce the name my dad decided on before I was even born,... Continue Reading →
originally written on May 14, 2015 The way I look at social work is that it's a profession about building and maintaining bridges between people and power- the power of resources and opportunities, of relationships, of resilience and creativity that may lay dormant within the people themselves. The past nine years for me has been... Continue Reading →
originally written on: January 15, 2015 I feel that no matter where I go, I somehow come across individuals who are known in our society as the "homeless." And at this point, unfortunately, all I can do when I come across them is repeat in my head, "my heart beats with you," and move... Continue Reading →